For love all love of other sights controls, and makes one little room an everywhere.

More from The Good Morrow

• No man is an Island, entire of itself;
• No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main ... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind. And therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for Thee.
• And in the middle of all this, I started to think about the one thing that makes me feel really good and makes immediate sense...and it's you.
• Absence diminishes commonplace passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.
• Absence is to love as wind to fire; it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.
• Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!